Continuing to stir things up, rather than present us with five random (or not) words, superagent Janet Reid gave us a photo prompt for this week's flash fiction contest.
Since it's hard to see, note the shark, her self-ascribed spirit animal, and the martini glass.
Focusing on the martini and shark (more so that the merit badge) I came up with "My Dear Old Chum."
HQ said “The Sand Tiger” wouldn't surface until 10:30. To kill time, I eased up to a table. The leather-clad brunette showed a certain flair for Chemin de Fer. Deft fingers dealt a winning hand. We cashed out, quickly, lips colliding as we fell into the elevator.
Behind closed doors, I locked my steely blues on her.
“So, darling, have you a name?”
“Reid. Janet Reid. And I like my martinis sharken, not stirred.”
“Sharken? I believe you’re mistaken.”
She flashed a smile. Row upon row of pearly whites emerged.
“No, Mr. Bond, I believe the mistake was yours.”
What would you do with a martini-drinking shark?
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